The Wistful Dinner

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The server in the basement of the St. Jude’s Community Center wiped a glass with a rag that smelled of lemon polish and old sweat. He was a man of few words, but his eyes were always moving, scanning the room for cracks in the plaster or loose floorboards. It was a Tuesday evening in November, the kind where the rain hits the pavement with a rhythmic, hollow thud. The room was empty save for...

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